Missing

This lamp in my wretched apartment
It drowns me in a yellow gloom,
Away from the crowd, this stolen hour,
I hope to claim it for you.

This love blooms like a dead flower,
And though our memories are few,
And sleep is the only time we touched,
It’s moments like this when I miss you.

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